Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

“Whether your story holds up will be clear once I review the security footage from Cloudspire Mountain, Damian said, his voice like ice,

His gaze shifted from Isabelle, unconscious and severely injured on the ground, to Sebastian, who bore only minor scratches. A white–hot fury ignited in Damian’s chest, threatening to explode.

The wail of sirens cut through the tension as an ambulance arrived, followed closely by Weston and Lucas,

“At least two broken ribs. Get her

stabilized, now,” Weston commanded

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He directed the paramedics, who swiftly loaded her onto a stretcher and into the

vehicle.

Lucas climbed in after them, and the ambulance sped away toward the nearest hospital.

With Isabelle taken care of, Weston

remained, a silent observer to the standoff

between the two men.

Seeing her gone, Damian finally released his grip on Sebastian’s collar.

His jaw was clenched tight. “Listen closely, Sebastian. Regardless of who hit whom, I won tonight. By our agreement, your grudge with Isabelle ends here.”

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He paused, shooting Sebastian a sidelong glance, a derisive smile touching his lips.

“If you ever trouble her again, I won’t hesitate to erase Gale Force from New

York. I’ll buy the team and disband it immediately. You and every last one of your lackeys will be gone from this city.”

To Damian’s surprise, Sebastian showed no trace of panic.

Not even a flicker of concern.

Instead, he threw his head back and laughed, a loud, hearty sound that rang

with genuine amusement.

Had this idiot lost his mind after the

grash?

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Damian wondered, though his expression

remained stormy.

Smoothing his rumpled clothes with exaggerated calm, Sebastian stepped closer, lowering his voice to a near–whisper next to Damian’s ear. “Acquire Gale Force? I’m afraid you’re too late, Mr. Hall.”

Damian’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

Sebastian seemed to relish the reaction.

A smug smile played on his lips as he continued slowly, “A while ago, your uncle, Julian himself, contacted me. He arranged a meeting to discuss acquiring Gale Force. I accepted his offer.

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management of his fiancée, Ms. Vivian Fitzgerald. So, if you have any interest in our little operation, you’ll need to speak with my boss, Ms. Fitzgerald.”

Vivian?

Uncle Julian’s fiancée?

Damian’s mind reeled.

This was the second time tonight someone had mentioned Julian’s fiancée.

Why did everyone seem to know about this woman except him, a member of the Hall family?

What kind of person could command the attention of his aloof, supremely powerful

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And who exactly was this Vivian who had appeared out of nowhere?

Suppressing the whirlwind of questions, Damian snorted coldly.

“Don’t you dare use my uncle’s name to

intimidate me. You expect me to believe that? Show me proof.”

Sebastian, as if anticipating this demand, was ready. He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, and held up a scanned document for Damian to see.

Damian’s eyes scanned the text rapidly. The signature at the bottom was unmistakable—the elegant, decisive script belonging to Julian.

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His eyes widened sharply.

“So, you bided your time for months, waiting for tonight. You let Isabelle goad you, even allowed her to ram your car… all

because of this?”

“Naturally.” Sebastian pocketed his phone, his face alight with triumph.

“Now that I have powerful backing, I can finally move. Otherwise, you’d

have crushed me without a second

thought, wouldn’t you, Mr. Hall? You’re a formidable man, a crown jewel of New York’s elite.

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always someone higher up. Remember that.”

“Enough of your rambling!” Damian’s patience shattered.

His fist shot out, connecting hard with

Sebastian’s face.

“Damian, don’t!” Weston moved to

restrain him, but it was too late.

The force of the blow sent Sebastian staggering back, a trickle of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He wiped it away roughly with the back of his hand, then let out another laugh, this one edged with hysteria.

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